Ventsortof Stories

Listen to my life unfold in crushing chaos. He was staring- just saying. She chants it like armor-"Guys are jerks"a mantra meant to silence the flutter in her chest. But the heart doesn't follow rules. Not when blue eyes cut through the Florida heat like a scar, not when a stranger's smile feels like a cosmic glitch in her emotional firewall. She wasn't looking for him. She was looking for her mom. But fate-or something annoyingly poetic-kept locking their eyes like a broken record.